In silence I wander
through cobweb canopies, whispers of dust
settled like soft memories
upon the shoulders of a lonely thought.
Frost Murmurs
Beneath the winter dust,
a trove of hidden echoes,
vibrating like lost stars
chained to their destinies.
I speak to shadows,
they speak of treasures unclaimed,
visions fractured in twilight's haze.
Whispered Paths
An ember’s flicker,
a heartbeat's pause—
the dreamer's reflection in
a pool of ancient stories.